Coming Home

Always forward and never back
I'm heading down this one-way track
And so
I climb the very steep hill instead
Cause I know the kind of soil I tread
It's the kind of soil that lies ahead

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

I didn't know where to begin
I didn't know where to start
I'm bleeding from my empty heart
That is so
Engorged with life, now it wants to burst
And quench from all the years of thirst
And I know

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Well I'm sick of trying to find the reasons why
When all I seem to do is lie
See, I'm tired of my bureaucracy
And of trying to find the light in me
I know

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home